A child is born in Lebanon, son to a mother so strong  A child is born in Lebanon, the face of an artist so young  Shattered the Earth with a word  Wisdom it longs to be heard  Traveled the world to leave us faith in life in love    Oh won't you fight for us  Oh won't you write for us    A child was born in Lebanon, plagued by a torture of his own  A child is born to save the worn, praise our prophet in his storm    Won't you fight for us  Won't you write for us    In the corners of the world, there are traces.   Under stones yet overturned, there are faces who still see   Who are hopeful, who believe, and they say...     Won't you fight for us   Won't you write for us...